This poem was sparked by yesterday’s post I Am Awake
Don’t ask me where I’m from
What difference does it make if
I am Canadian or Venezuelan?
Ask me, rather, where my mind goes
when I see the beggar in the street.
Don’t ask me what I believe
What difference does it make
whether I believe in Buddha or the Goddess
Ask me, rather, if I can sit within the
silence of my heart and find compassion
for all who live and breathe.
Don’t ask me what I do
What difference does it make whether
I am a scientist or waitress.
Ask me, rather, if I have heard the call
of my heart and responded with a
Don’t ask me, please don’t ask.
Don’t think that by logic and
deduction you can discover
who I am.
Come walk with me,
let’s pick daisies together
or sit by the river and watch
the Blue Heron soaring overhead.
Lie back on the grass with me
and allow yourself to sink into
the softness of Mother Earth
while we watch the clouds drift by.
Let’s hike the woods together
and pick blackberries or marvel
at the intricacy of Queen Anne’s Lace.
Breathe in the scent of pines with me.
You’ll never know me, by asking.
~Joss Burnel / She Who Walks in Beauty